“Well, I move in a week. But I am available immediately to go forward.”
“And if I were to hire you, will this take top priority over other clients? I need to know you will be accessible to me.”
The words out of my mouth feel dirty for some reason. Having this beautiful woman accessible to me makes me feel something I shouldn’t.
“I would only take on another client if I knew the work would in no way interfere with your schedule. I will always be available to you.”
Again, my damn body gets confused. She will always be available to me in aprofessionalcapacity.
Down, boy.
Great. Now I’m talking to my dick during an interview. Maybe I’m losing my mind.
“Part of the job would be to fly to all the other hotels. Are you up for the travel that this would entail?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well, I think that’s all I need to know. Thank you for your time. I will be in contact with you when I make my decision.”
She appears a bit caught off guard by the abrupt ending of the meeting. That’s one thing she will have to learn if she works for me—I don’t waste time.
She came here and showed me her designs, and I know she has the time to do the work. I don’t need anything else to make my decision.
We both stand up, and I walk her to the door.
“My assistant, Dorothy, will show you out.”
I nod to Dorothy, who is already getting out of her chair. She is always in sync with when she is needed.
“Well, thank you for the opportunity to meet with you,” she says while extending her hand.
I look down at her delicate hand. When I grab it, my body feels warm and tingly. The feeling is foreign and a bit unsettling. I shake her hand twice and pull mine back quickly.
“Goodbye, Eva.”
I offer a small smile and turn around as Dorothy escorts her out.
The moment they are out of sight, I fall back into my chair and rest my head.
What the fuck was that?
I’ve never had my body respond to a woman in such an inappropriate setting. To make matters worse, it’s my buddy’s little sister.
I look down at her work, and I know this is what I want. Her design is exactly what I’m looking for.
But there’s no way I can work with her if I can’t control my dick when she’s around.
Maybe I was just thrown off. I’d kept picturing Walker’s face on a woman’s body.
That’s it!
Of course I was going to be thrown off when someone like her walked through the door if I had been picturing my stupid friend’s face.
I’m sure the next time I see her, she’ll just be another pretty face. Nothing different.
How it should be.
That makes me feel better. I chuckle to myself at how ridiculous that was. Sporting a boner in the middle of an interview—that’s just insane.